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Spock turned his chair to face Jim. This revealed Spock clad in light-wash jeans, ripped in several tantalizing places and a black vinyl jacket on top of a form-fitting white shirt. Jim's jaw slackened at the sight. "My God, Spock is hot," he thought.
"Spock?"
"Jim. Are you quite alright?"
After another moment Jim thought perhaps blatantly ogling his first officer might not be the best idea. "I'm fine, Spock. What about you?"
"I too am 'fine'."
"I'd say you're a little more than that," Jim muttered quietly.
"I believe that is a form of compliment?" Spock questioned, tilting his head in that adorable way.
"That is a form of understatement," Jim replied boldly, shooting Spock a flirtatious smile.
"Understatement?"
"Yes, Spock, saying that you're just fine is an understatement."
"What would you suggest as a more appropriate term?"
"I believe smoldering would suffice, Mr. Spock."
"Jim," Spock said as he stood, stepping close to his captain.
Jim's smile grew wider. "Spock, are you coming on to me?"
"I believe I am, Captain," Spock answered, "Do you wish me to stop?"
"Jim, Spock. And no Spock, please don't stop."